Under the silver radiance of the Auspicious Clouds, everyone seemed to have been draped in a thin veil of gauze.
Immersed in the Sound of the Grand Dao, they did not notice that brilliant Golden Lotuses had already bloomed all across the earth—or rather, they simply had no spare energy to pay attention to such things.
Every time they wanted to let their minds wander, or felt that they were about to be unable to hold on, an invisible force would "pull" them back.
The mountaintop, the mountainside, and the foot of the mountain.
Three different positions represented three different classes, yet the voice they heard was the same. Hidden in the silent night was Grandmaster Xuanlei's deepest compassion for all living beings.
He had always firmly believed that true gold, even if buried in the mire, would one day have its moment to bloom with radiance.
All it lacked was an opportunity.
Perhaps it was a rain, washing away the filth on the surface so that its rightful edge would naturally be revealed.
This rain ought to begin with him, and moisten millions upon millions of cultivators with its grace!
After a full day and night of being washed by this "great rain," the true gold Grandmaster Xuanlei had been waiting for finally surfaced from the mire.
But the birth of a genius did not necessarily have an earth-shaking prelude. It could even seem somewhat... ordinary.
In a cramped, narrow corner, a space only a few zhang across had dozens of people squeezed together, so packed that there was not even room to place Meditation Cushions.
As ill luck would have it, beside them stood a great tree so thick that it took three people linking arms to encircle it. Its dense tree crown cast down a vast shadow,